Never telling you how I really feel
These lies of mine are now my skill

Mastering the delicate art
of hiding it when I fall apart,

Thinking if I just pretend
things will work out in the end

But few really know this girl they see
My mask has become a part of me

But if by chance I show my face
Would my memory you erase?

See who I am, but judge me not
These words I pray are not forgot

Do I speak, do I dare?
These are the thoughts that I fear
But as Im looking into the mirror
Seeing nothing but a single tear
Representing my pain and fear

For all this pain I choose to hide
I keep it so bottled up inside
For every single tear I’ve cried
And for all the friends to whom I’ve lied

They all believe me when I say
That I really am okay

I have painted on a smile for all to see
For this is, to them
The real me

All they know is what they see
This superficial part of me
Being exactly as I wished it to be

 
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